~ A Philosophic Life

Durga

I was given a beautiful lesson about gratitude almost two years ago to this day. I wasn’t ready for it at the time, but it sunk in somewhere and stayed there until I was ready; until I needed it.

I was in my room, at a place I consider to be my home in India. It’s a small guest house, and I have a wonderful relationship with the family. I often play chess with the father, and sit for hours talking about life with the oldest son.

Summer was coming on so I was hiding in the cool shade of my room. Then the father knocked on my door and entered. Normally he would just smile at me and say, “chess?”, but this day he came in and started talking to me. I don’t remember the whole conversation, nor do I remember how it started, but before long he was telling me about Durga, the feminine force of nature.